The Task Set... A Sea Of Light . . .

To always do as you are given to do---

It was your gift---

And through the sunshine as though it were

A sea of light flowing in from another country

Pursue the sight of that thing which delights

And for a closer look, not to do as others would

Nor be afraid you may do as another would---

When the thing suits you it is right

You need but to command your field

And your sense of beauty will do the rest

To fill in, create, and complete the task you are set

And you will find those fragile new filaments

Of the life which comes so naturally to you

Take on a certain glory in the constant piercing rain

And form for you, as---scent, music, light, do---

Symbols of spirit, intangible, but real---

All the colours of the prism

Un-see-able but for that fine hurting rain

That split you---gifted you

These working things were still themselves---

Even woven together---

The scent of that damask rose

Swathes of gold in which was music

And the sunlight which made it---

Yet, at the same time, were avenues

Of a glory beyond themselves and where to walk

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-From:  Arkiahh Dreaming; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 3;
("The Task Set...A Sea Of Light;"  &  "Set Adrift On A Sea Of Light:" dedicated to Raymond J. Scott.)